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It’s Sunday afternoon.  The time seems to be going too fast… before I know it, the  boys will be in bed and it will be time to begin another school week.  Boo.  I really want more time of just relaxing and hanging out.<\/span><\/div>\n

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This is the first new year that I have not verbalized resolutions.  Maybe because for the most part, I seem to never be able to keep them.  And it seems to be a repeat of the same one ever year!  Yes, you know the one… lose weight and be healthier.<\/span><\/div>\n

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It doesn’t mean I am not going to try… as I, course, never seem to stop wishing I was the 20 year old version of me.  But…  I am not going to obsess about resolutions.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Growing up, when my  dad decided that Christmas was heathen… we then celebrated New Years.  It was a big deal to make those resolutions.  1)  Read my bible.  That was one I had one my list every year.  2) <\/span>Attempt<\/span><\/i> for straight A’s  3) Just be a better person. (This was tied into gaining the love or something of my dad).<\/span><\/div>\n

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It shouldn’t really take a new year to strive to be a better person.  Thankfully, if we are blessed with another day, that should be motivation enough, don’t you think?<\/span><\/div>\n

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I guess I am the kind  of person that takes life for granted.  Yet I am not promised more than this day… this moment.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Maybe this is on my mind because I can’t stop thinking of my friend, Trevor.  They have not found him.  I guess that I must accept that he is gone.  Yet, I do still hold a tiny bit of hope that he will still be found.  I am sure that Trevor did not think that that was his last day on earth.  Things can change in a second, can’t they?<\/span><\/div>\n

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Sanj and I went out to supper the other night with friends of ours.  My friend was at death’s door.  Doctors said she wouldn’t make it.  I remember feeling so sad, I remember wondering if she knew how much I loved her?  Did she know how she touched my life?<\/span><\/div>\n
(I love you, Doreen…)<\/span><\/div>\n

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As I sat across from her, at dinner, I kept reminding myself that two Christmas’ ago, I was ready to say goodbye.  She is alive and with us.  What a blessing!<\/span><\/div>\n

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I guess I learned over the years that a New Year is not promised.  I need to make the effort to better my self every day.<\/span><\/div>\n

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A new day… Tomorrow, if I wake up, I really should be grateful for the gift of another day.  Usually, though, I will be grumpy, as I squint with one eye to check if my chance it is 3 am… then I give myself 5 more minutes… those famous lines that always seem to make me late!  I am not usually grateful for the day till around 10 am… when I would like my day to begin!<\/span><\/div>\n

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 So my resolution for Tomorrow is to wake up with a grateful heart.  <\/span><\/div>\n

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(Then of course there is the resolution to be on-time… then go to the gym, then… ). <\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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